Who: Alan Deaton and Katrina Crane What: Katrina shows up at the Nemeton. Deaton's there. When: 25 September 2014, night Where: The Nemeton Warnings: Spoilers from Monday's episode, rest TBD Status: Thread | Incomplete
Katrina could feel her will draining with each word Abraham spoke. She had survived so long in Purgatory, waiting, praying, hoping.... and just like that, was it to be over? Had she saved her husband's life just so he could die again? The mission couldn't fail. But what could she do? She was still weak. Even a locator spell had been difficult for her and she was spent. Her anger and determination were waning and all she felt was lost. She had faith in Ichabod, but where was he now? Miss Mills was still in Purgatory and she would not be able to keep the promise she had made to go back for her...
Over two hundred years, she had kept her sanity in a place where people lost themselves and their souls corrupted into madness. Over two hundred years and this was how it ended? It couldn't be. She felt his fingers on her cheek and jerked her head away. There were tears and the necklace seemingly burned her skin. A necklace Ichabod had chosen, which Abraham had given her. A necklace now enchanted. It didn't truly burn her skin, but she would rather see him as he was now. What he had allowed himself to become in his rage and pride. He thought he could win her heart? He though Ichabod dying would make her love him? Her heart belonged to her husband and if he died, it would still belong to him.
As it seemed Abraham realized that she wasn't going to submit to him, he left the room and she closed her eyes to try and stop the tears. She needed to remain strong. She couldn't falter now, not after so long. But she was exhausted from constantly fighting to keep her grip on reality, and now there was seemingly no point. She would find it, she had to. But right now...
And then, she was in a forest and Katrina blinked. There was something pulsating power. A tree stump. It was overwhelming. Mixed. There was more to it than she could tell, but she was still regaining her footing in the real world that her magic seemed weaker, or at least rusty. Pushing herself up, the witch looked around, gaze resting on the stump. There was a pull in one direction, but curiosity and a need to know just what she was up against was winning out. Which was why she moved to the stump and began to circle it. She wasn't sure if there was anything she could get from it, or if she would be able to use it to return to Sleepy Hollow, to find Ichabod and get Miss Mills out of Purgatory... but she knew that she needed answers.